Chapter 1164 - Resting in the Silent Night (3)

At the same time (?), somewhere in London.

"Her Majesty the Queen!" Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, hurried to the venue of the charity gala on his iron horse. The others arrived before they could be heard, and they called out loudly before they rushed into the venue.

The venue was a mess, with corpses lying everywhere, half of them guards, and the other half of them were the terrorists who attacked the venue, the Twilight cultists. The blood shed on the field shows how fierce the battle was at that time. Damn cultists are guilty of attacking a party for charity!

Lancelot suppressed his anger and quickly and cautiously straddled the corpses, fearing only for Queen Greenway's safety.

When he crossed the open-air courtyard in the center of the building and reached the center of the venue, he saw the final scene of the end of the battle.

There, Queen Greenway raised the photon hammer and smashed the hapless Twilight cultist's head with a single blow. The terrorist, who was wearing only a thin iron helmet, was powerless to resist, and fell weakly under the heavy blow of the photon hammer, and blood even burst out from the cracks of the sunken helmet.

"Your Majesty!" Lancelot rushed over to check on Queen Greenway's injuries, as he saw a lot of blood on the queen's dress.

"Oh, Lancelot?" Queen Greenville regained her senses, and when she saw the Knight of the Round Table looking at her right shoulder with a worried face, she quickly explained, "Oh, it's the blood of the gangsters, not mine." I'm not hurt at all, you don't have to worry. "Really, really, but this battlefield" "Come out." The queen ignored Lancelot's question, and announced in a loud voice.

Several guards crawled out of the corner of the messy venue, their faces pale: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, have you really dealt with all the gangsters?!" Gather up the corpses here and bury your colleagues. Greenway said blandly.

"Bastard!" Sir Lancelot yelled at the guards who were hiding, "What are you doing?!!Your duty is to protect the Queen, not for the Queen to protect you!!" "But, but" "Oh, don't blame them, Lancelot. The queen advised, "These guards are not professionally trained in combat, they are only responsible for maintaining order in the venue." I saw that they couldn't help, and that going into battle was only to increase the number of casualties, so I let them hide early. "But you are a noble queen, you can't just go into battle like this," "Be careful!!" said Lancelot, and flew towards Greenway. At the same time, one of the Twilight cultists in the arena who was not yet dead raised his light gun and fired a shot at where the two of them were!

The light bullet grazed the knight's right arm, leaving a burning mark on Lancelot's unprotected arm. The knight returned fire before he hit the ground, shooting the terrorist in the head. He twisted his body desperately before hitting the ground, allowing himself to land first as a cushion to avoid crushing Queen Greenway with his own weight.

All the movements were done in one go, and the two of them threw themselves on the ground.

"Oh—" The queen lay on top of the Knights of the Round Table, facing Lancelot face to face, and she was stunned for a moment. Under the moonlight, the handsome blonde knight looks tough and charming, and he is full of heroism and tenderness. The queen's heart fluttered, and her face flushed. But she immediately restrained her nonsensical thoughts, pushed Lancelot away, and got up on her own:

"It was a great hazard, thank you, Sir Lancelot. "Queen, you are in peace. Lancelot also got to his feet, glancing at the corpses on the field to make sure there were no more enemies playing dead. When he confirmed that this area was really safe, he breathed a sigh of relief: "In short, this place should not stay for a long time. Please let your subordinates send you back to the dormitory, Her Majesty. "Hmm" After the scene just now, Queen Greenway's mind was quite messy. In order not to let people see what was on her mind, the queen pretended to be calm: "Call your knights here to clean up the scene, and we will go back first." Greenwiel suddenly noticed that a bright red patch was spreading on Lancelot's arm, and she realized that the knight had been injured in the sneak attack. The queen hurriedly tore open the sleeves of her coat and roughly bandaged Lancelot's arm with strips of cloth.

The handsome blonde knight was shocked: "Your Majesty, how can you put the expensive evening dress" "It's okay, this dress was also stained with blood in the battle just now, and those blood stains can't be washed off." Queen Greenville smiled indifferently and said, "In that case, let it be used to its fullest potential." Lancelot remained silent and watched in silence as the queen bandaged her wounds.

The queen has a poignancy in the night that she has never felt before. Her blood-stained dress, her torn sleeves, and her hairstyle, which had become a little messy from the battle just now, but still not deserved, revealed the strength of Queen Greenway's gentle exterior.

It's like a white rose under the moon.

The gangsters tried to destroy and attack the flower, but she was repelled by her thorns of steel. And this beautiful rose is stained with blood red, making her even more gorgeous.

How many women in the world can do this?

"Queen, please hurry up and keep your subordinates. When the two of them got on the Iron Horse, Lancelot nervously reminded him, as if he was afraid that the Queen would fall off the Iron Horse in the middle of the flight. But only he knows what he actually thinks.

"Hmm. Queen Greenville replied softly, clasping the handsome blonde knight's waist with both hands.

A sweet scent came from the queen's body and her clothes, and lingered in Lancelot's mind even on the strip of cloth she used to bandage her wounds. The Knight of the Round Table was almost bewitched by the aroma, and if he hadn't had great self-control, he would have taken the queen into his arms and done something disrespectful.

But he restrained himself. Regardless of Greenway's status as queen, she was always King Arthur's wife and the wife of Lancelot's best friend. The handsome blonde Knight of the Round Table felt that it would be a great offense to King Arthur and his friends if he took advantage of the danger and did something wrong with the queen at this moment.

He took a deep breath, pushed the wild thoughts out of his head, and stepped on the accelerator of the Iron Rider. A blue light flew out of the venue of the charity gala and flew in the direction of King Arthur's bedchamber.

Somewhere outside London, in Great Britain, in Vivien's Institute.

It was late at night. After finishing something, Shaser rubbed his aching shoulders and walked into his room.

"Well, that woman is really callous. "His throat was hoarse and sore from dryness. Even a dragon can get tired of spitting fire for hours on end.

Evil Star thought he could finally rest. But when he opened the door, he found that he already had a guest in his room.

The two imps were lying on the bed of the evil star, waiting for the Starlight Dragon.

Hal couldn't wait to fall asleep first, and Pochi, the little carp with him, was also napping on the Leopard Boy's cheek.

And Husky was lying on the bed, looking boredly at his photon dagger. In order not to fall asleep, he turned on the photon dagger, the output was turned to the minimum, and the blade of the dagger turned into a small red dot, and he sat quietly in the dark, staring at the red dot as if looking at a ball of fire.

"What are you doing in my room?" Xinghui Long wondered for a while: "Go back to your room and sleep, stinky little ghost!" "Hehe~" Husky put away the photon dagger, sat up from the bed, and looked at his Uncle Evil Star with a sly face: "We are here to say good night to Uncle Evil Star, and thank you Wang by the way." The dragon looked impatient: "Thank me, what have I done that you deserve to be thankful for?" Although everything he did today seemed to be worthy of thanks.

"Of course, thank you for helping Daniel's brother Wang. Husky leaned over and said, "If it weren't for Uncle Bad Star for your advice to Brother Daniel, he would have continued to work hard to make quick money, and he would have exhausted himself." So thanks to Uncle Evilstar, you saved Daniel's brother Wang. "Oh. Starlight Dragon continued to respond coldly.

"Hey, hey~" Husky picked up his photon dagger and brandished it as he paced on the edge of the bed. Of course, he didn't dare to open the dangerous light blade, but only turned the dagger output to the minimum, so that the small red ball of light appeared on the handle of the photon dagger. He swung his dagger in the darkness, and the red ball of light dragged long lines of red light through the darkness.

"Then again, Uncle Evil Star is so powerful, he actually used this dagger to block the enemy's bullets. The canine boy continued to mutter, "If only Husky could do the same thing one day, Wang." "You can do it, because it's a lightsaber. Evil Star replied unemotionally.

"Is there a difference because it's a lightsaber?" "Of course. If you react quickly enough, it is true that an ordinary sword can cut bullets. But its attack trajectory is, after all, a [line], and the opponent's attack is a [point]. Using [line] to resist [point] has a very low fault tolerance. Shary dragged a chair across the room and sat down, explaining, "The lightsaber is always superior, because its attack trajectory is not just a [line], it can become a [face]. This thing is usually a blade, but when it is stationary, it is indeed a [line]. However, when you swing it quickly, the barrier on the blade will be temporarily stretched, and it will turn into a film of light, and the area will increase with the speed of the swing. When it has a certain area and becomes like a shield, it is of course easy to block bullets. "I see, that's it. Husky turned on the photon dagger and carefully waved it. Sure enough, the dagger stretched out a series of "membranes" in the air, and these light films had a collision volume, which could block many oncoming bullets in the form of [face], so even if the timing of the sword was not very correct, it didn't matter much.

"Didn't that Arthur even teach you such a trifle?" asked the star again.

"This dagger had been given to Husky by Uncle Arthur a few days ago, and he had only told Husky to use it carefully, and had not yet had time to teach anything to Wang. With that, the canine boy glanced at his evil star slyly again and smiled. He smiled so explicitly that even Evil Star could easily guess what the hell this little ghost was up to.

"Actually, Husky was thinking, since Uncle Evil Star's swordsmanship is so powerful, is it possible to teach Husky swordsmanship?"